We Gon' Boogaloo

Well, the jukebox was rockin'
Playin', a slammin' old tune
I was dancin' with my baby
Late in the afternoon
When a rhythm take a' hold of me
Right way in my shoe
It was a rockin' little record
My baby called it a boogaloo
(Boogaloo, boogaloo)
That stuff all over town
You hear 'em playin' it on their car radio
With the top rolled down
Yeah an I sing it all the way back home
When the workin' day is done
This weekend me and my baby
Goin' out and have some fun
We gon' boogaloo, (boogaloo)
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Don’t ever, never say we’re through, (boogaloo)
We gon boogaloo
(Boogaloo, boogaloo)
Uh huh, yeah! That’s what my baby sayed
So I go down the local record barn
After I get paid
Take the money out my pocket
The world can’t do me no harm
Walkin' to my baby’s house house
A 45 record under my arm
You know my baby don’tcha? (Yeah!)
Ah boys, she come to the door that day
Said, «What's that thing you got there?
I wanna hear that record play»
I throw my coat down on her dresser
My baby kickin' off her shoes
Put the needle on the record
Mama, and we doin' that boogaloo
We gon' boogaloo, (boogaloo)
Oh oh oh oh
Don’t ever, never say we’re through, (boogaloo)
We gon boogaloo
We gon' boogaloo, (boogaloo)
Oh oh oh oh
Don’t ever, never say we’re through, (boogaloo)
We gon, boogie, boogie…
Whoa…
Boogaloo!
Whoa, boogaloo!
Whoa, boogaloo!
Whoa, hey, hey, hey…